Our Father, we thank Thee,
That thus unto us it is given
With such simple ease
To make joy in this sombre world-
Joy whose laughing delight
Sounds so clear to thy Father-heart,
And swells with such might
The paean eternal of praise to Thy name.

SLEEPY, my son?
Lay down thy head on my shoulder,
And rest:

0 Father divine,

From Whom all fatherhood gains,

For ever, its nature and name,

From Whom comes each impulse in human hearts

Of tender and patient love,

1 look up to Thee, in deepest thanks for Thy gift.
And in knowledge joyous, complete,

That thus also, when I am weary,—

Above all on the day when I sink to rest,

This world for ever behind me,—

I have only to lay down my head on Thy shoulder,

As Thou boldest me close;

And safety and peace shall be given, past all human

thinking,

In Thine own omnipotent love
For ever.

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